#egregiie

[daiirekka]

    Not  that  he  is  jealous,  but his  homie  is being stolen  away from him by a  kid on a  huge  ass weirdo  hat.

[nosixth]

@egregiie​​      &&. replied. . .   :)

he especially doesn’t  respect  YOU in particular.

[nulltune]

@egregiie replied: /HELPIMCRYINGSOHARD

[nosixth]

@egregiie​      &&. said. . .   "Relax, I have something for you- you like reading right? So let me read you this; it's my favorite tale"

the offer was met  with  a  tiny  CHUCKLE  in  return —— one that swiftly faded as scaramouche realized there was no punchline to come. ❝ you’re not being serious right now, are you? ❞ the sixth hadn’t  been  EXPECTING  that. he racked his brain for any possible ulterior motives childe might have held —— yet by all accounts, it seemed to be a genuine      ( well-intentioned ) offer. how. . . strange. he frowned to himself.

even that tiny  scrap  of  CONSIDERATION felt almost foreign; scaramouche wasn’t sure what to think of it.

❝ no one is making you do this. ❞ he averted his eyes.      ( speaking the words slowly, as if searching for confirmation. ) ❝ if you’re offering  out  of  some  twisted  feeling  of  SYMPATHY, just spare me. i’m not on my deathbed. ❞ his fingers twitched beneath a layer of fresh bandages. lightning burns; an unfortunate side effect of channeling  more  electro  than  his  body  could  HANDLE.      ( he lacked a vision to shoulder the strain. ) it was fine. a minor inconvenience at best —— and one that the harbinger had plenty of experience tending to. it was just a bit troublesome that the circumstances of their current partnership denied  him  the  LUXURY  of  licking  his  wounds  in  solitude.      ( why did childe even care? it wasn’t as if he had ever been anything less than terrible to him. )

scaramouche took a deep breath      ( held it for a moment ) then exhaled slowly —— shoulders slumping as he did so. ❝ even if i told you i  wasn’t  INTERESTED, you would probably find an excuse to do it either way. ❞ the words lacked any real conviction. he still hadn’t  LOOKED  back  yet; he couldn’t.

❝ i. . . guess it  wouldn’t  KILL  me to listen for a little while. ❞

[nosixth]

@egregiie​​​      &&. said. . .   Be honest, did you miss me :)? -crouches down bc scara is short-

❝ what a  STRANGE  question  to  ask. ❞ the smile he gave was one born from pure reflex —— lips curving in a gentle      ( almost angelic ) expression that contrasted jarringly with the  veritable  OCEAN  of  rage simmering hot inside his chest. quick as lightning      ( no pun intended ) a hand shot out, fingers curling around both sides of childe’s collar in a white-knuckled grip —— presumably with the intent to suffocate. . . or at least cause  some  measure  of  DISCOMFORT. it was what he deserved, scaramouche reasoned.

. . . if he wanted  to  MOCK  him, the sixth simply refused to let it happen without a bit of vengeance.

❝ in  order  to  MISS  you i’d have to be able to stand you, first. ❞ maybe it would be a different story if he actually stood up straight before asking. imagine that.

[nosixth]

@egregiie​​      &&. said. . .   "Wouldn't it be funny if it just started to rain-" he says that as it precisely, starts to rain. Now he is tentatively looking at Scaramouche's hat--- for reasons--

it was the kind of storm that began without warning. the sixth had been eying the clouds above for quite a while at that point, taking  HURRIED  steps  towards  their  destination in the hopes of making it there before the inevitable downpour began.      ( with the skies streaked in such a weary gray hue, it was only a matter of time. ) he hadn’t verbally acknowledged the weather —— and seemingly  REFUSED  to  do  so, as if out of the fear that voicing his concerns would be enough to tempt fate. evidently, scaramouche had been correct in his assumption, because no sooner had childe opened his damn mouth than an ocean’s worth of rain immediately  THREATENED  to  wash  them  away.

. . . if looks could kill, surely the eleventh would have burst  into  FLAMES from the heat of his glare.

❝ have anything  ELSE you want to add? ❞ scaramouche hissed —— struggling to project his voice over the merciless downpour. ❝ i don’t think this is completely miserable yet —— it could always get even worse! ❞ struck by lightning? washed out to sea? oh, the possibilities were practically endless. at least his hat was doing a decent enough job of shielding  him  from  the  brunt  of  the  STORM —— though the harbinger certainly didn’t miss the stare childe had decided to send its way. he had some nerve. . .

scaramouche wrinkled his nose. ❝ oh, stop it with the  PATHETIC  expression. ❞ curiously, he had stopped walking.      ( when did that happen? ) tempting as it was to simply leave the other to suffer, the idea didn’t sit quite right with him. ❝ if  you  catch  a  COLD, it’ll probably only end up being a bigger inconvenience for me. ❞ he spoke as though he were thinking out loud —— trying to find a proper  EXPLANATION for the feelings he couldn’t quite explain.      ( it wasn’t like he actually felt bad for him or anything. )

with a sigh, scaramouche tilted his head and beckoned the other closer. ❝ well? hurry up and get over here. . . and crouch down while you’re at it. ❞ he was too damn tall. . .

[nosixth]

@egregiie​      &&. said. . .   "You must be this tall to say no to a date" and he is placing his hand over the top of his own head to indicate the height required. SORRYX2

the sixth would have sooner dropped  dead  on  the  SPOT than      ( willingly ) admitted to drawing any amusement from childe’s terrible pick up lines. even so, a traitorous smile pulled at the corners of his mouth —— a flash of teeth, half threat, half delight. the jab at his height had irritation  SIMMERING  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach, but that was fine; the exasperation he felt had quickly become part  of  the  GAME itself.      ( and scaramouche had no intention of losing. )

indigo gaze coolly flicked to the other’s hand, then closed as  the  harbinger  SCOFFED. what would this so-called date even entail?      ( he would have asked if the question wasn’t liable to be mistaken for agreement. )

❝ and you must be twice that to  meet  my  STANDARDS. ❞

[nulltune]

Hey girlie, it's your boy childe ;)